Sunday, February 3, 2013

A miserable weekend. Seems to be the norm now.

I remember when I used to look forward to weekends. Time off from work, time off from school, having fun with my family.

Yeah well those days are gone. Mary comes home and makes everything about her and her dog. Mom says no dog inside- it's inside peeing on the floor. Mom says no dog on the furniture- dog's on the couch. Mom asks that she cleans up after it before she goes- Nicky cleans the glass and either mom or myself clean up what it leaves in the backyard. Mom says separate our pets, nope. Peanut and Grettle have become aggressive. If I say anything? Well I'm just being mean because I don't like the dog. I'm picking on Mary because I'm the loser jealous of Mary and her life. Her dog walks on water and poops magical gumdrops, I should be honored to clean up after her.

Axel comes home and treats this place like a hotel. We ask him to do chores, he says that he doesn't have to because he doesn't live here anymore. Mom asks him to keep the room clean that he's sleeping in and it's trashed within a few hours. I ask him to check and make sure that there's not a game in my xbox before he moves it to play his, he ignores me two times in a row. I tell him that if it's broken, he'll replace it or I'll own his, both parents come up and tell me that I'm always starting trouble and that I am, in their own words, "A bad guy".

I wanted to get my stuff and go for a walk but...where? I have one friend in town and she has a family, kids, and works all days of the week. I couldn't impose on her. I could go to a cafe...but then what? Sit and cry in front of strangers? I could walk to the store but I'm watching how much I spend by avoiding temptation. I could just walk until I got tired but what good would that do?

So weekends I sit in my room, door closed, by myself so no one gets mad at me. I don't let anyone in because it's the one place I can keep clean and my things protected. I don't have to have Mary's monster in here and I refuse to let Axel use my TV anymore. If that makes me a bad guy then so be it. About time I have an evil lair to sit in anyway.

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